Silhouette, Mostly

It’s mostly just a silhouette,

With places where the light shines through.

I can’t begin to name the hues I see.

They glisten marvelously

Against the black,

And as the sun sets in back of it all,

The colors change, as if they are alive

Against the backdrop

Of some magnificent stage.

But maybe it is all an act,

And even the sun moving down

May return for one more curtain call 

Before the floodlights fade away,

Before the night sets in to stay.

But the way the light plays with the dark,

And the way the starkness blends

With the very opaque ends of things,

Let’s me know, that only one complete energy

Is behind all this show,

And I am blessed to behold it.

-jenn